My Year of Turning 10 Celsius…

I’m not turning 50 years old. I’m turning 10 Celsius. (Stolen from someone who says he stole it from George Carlin.)

Of course, I’m just over 9 in dog years, but if I WERE a dog, I’d be 213 years old.

As I write this, I’m 18,515 days, 23 hours, and 2 second old. I’ve been alive for more than 1.5 billion seconds. I know I’ve wasted a few of them, maybe even these last few. (Thanks for for these.)